Amorthon Blackwood

Ghosts

The waves lapping gently against the shore, the sound of a gentle breeze moving through the trees, and the sounds of his two companions playing in the sand just a short distance away, all things that allowed the ranger to relax as he settled back against one of the few trees found along the coast of Eversong. There were no echoes here. No nightmares, no reminders- but it also wasn’t somewhere he could stay forever. The order would come, as it always did, and while he had potions he could utilize to sleep while on Argus, he didn’t want to depend on them. He wanted to move past this…whatever this was. And how could he possibly move forward when there were so many questions that continued to plague him about his past.

He’d been hesitant before. What if the answers weren’t what he wanted them to be. What if the memories came flooding back and they were worse than not knowing. Or what if they weren’t? He leaned his head back, resting against the trunk of the tree as Cibor wandered over and plopped onto his lap, the sand covered cub making himself comfortable. The ranger snorted before working on trying to brush off some of the sand, paying little attention as Savage also made his way over to lay next to the pair. There was one question, settled in the back of his mind, that worried him more than all the others….would it change him?

Ruidor. The name his brother had called him by…his -given name- and one that held little meaning to him. Would it change who he was NOW to know what that little boy went through? To understand what led up to the childhood he hated to remember? He ran a hand over the cub’s head and down his spine. “…What was your name before Savage found you, hm?…it doesn’t matter now, does it?” He smiled as Cibor flipped over onto his back. “…No, it doesn’t matter to you in the least.” He sighed, glancing out over the horizon once again. He was tired, tired of being haunted by a past he couldn’t recall, and tired of being denied answers. He wanted answers, and he was determined to get them this time.

Xaithaniel,

You once mentioned taking me ‘home’, and the idea was discarded shortly thereafter. I find myself growing tired of fighting back the ghosts of those years, and I think it’s time. It’s time for me to understand, and it’s time to go back. Please respond at your earliest convenience. I need to understand and sincerely hope that this will help me do that.

-Amorthon